The moment Gong Zimo opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.
At this moment, he felt weak all over, as if he had been crushed by something heavy. Even his throat was dry and unbearable, as if it had been burned by fire.
It’s so painful…
Gong Zimo pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, and tried to see his current situation clearly, memories churning in his mind.
His hands and feet were restrained by chains, making him unable to move.
There was a soft big bed under him, and even his clothes had been changed, into a dark red nightgown.
Gong Zimo struggled for a while, but when he found that it was useless and he couldn't even lift his hands, he had to give up.
He lay in bed, looking up at the light above, wondering why he was there.
The last memory he had was discussing the redivision of territory boundaries with the representatives of the vampire clan.
The representative of the blood clan this time is An Lan.
However, An Lan did not show any abnormality at that time, and his emotions towards him were also indifferent, as if the years when they traded had never existed at all.
He thought that they were completely over, and each returned to their own life trajectory. Apart from these agreed matters, there would be no other intersections in the future.
But now it seems that he was thinking too much.
Gong Zimo felt a headache just thinking about it. The reason why he was in this state and even locked up here was probably related to An Lan.
After all, before he completely lost consciousness, he only drank a glass of juice that An Lan handed him.
After so many years of habit and companionship, he still subconsciously believed in An Lan, so he refused things handed to him by others, but he did not guard against An Lan.
Unexpectedly, it was this trust that gave An Lan the opportunity to take action...
After Gong Zimo sorted out his thoughts and figured out the ins and outs of the matter, as well as his current situation, his originally nervous heart calmed down.
He did not continue to struggle, but closed his eyes and waited for An Lan to come.
He knew An Lan quite well. Since An Lan had locked him up here, he must be watching him somewhere. Maybe there was a surveillance camera installed in some corner of the room.
He is awake now, and An Lan will come over soon after he finds out. He just needs to keep his spirits up and wait for him to come.
Gong Zimo was still guessing An Lan's purpose for doing this, wondering if he was seeking revenge against him.
He thought An Lan had let go of their relationship, but now it seemed that she had not.
Soon, the door of the room was pushed open, and Gong Zimo could guess who came in even as soon as he opened his eyes.
The other person sat down directly beside the bed, touched his eyebrows with his slightly cool fingertips, and traced them carefully.
Her fingertips wandered around and finally stopped on his lips, pressing lightly.
Even tried to press it in.
"Now that you're awake, stop pretending to be asleep."
A familiar voice, slightly hoarse, fell into my ears.
Gong Zimo's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes and stared straight at An Lan.
An Lan's blood-red eyes were even scarlet at this moment, like rubies sparkling in the dark night, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off them.
Gong Zimo was stunned for a moment, then he collected his thoughts, lowered his eyes and continued:
"An Lan, are you taking revenge on me?"
"Hahaha...if you say so, then so be it. Anyway, you won't believe anything I say."
An Lan did not explain, but instead laughed softly, then used her fingertips to untie the laces of his pajamas.
The dark red nightgown spread out in an instant, like a blooming rose.
Gong Zimo was lying in it, and the only thing covering his body disappeared.
He tilted his head slightly, his ears turning red.
An Lan circled his collarbone with his fingertips and said casually:
"Gong Zimo, do you still remember the content of our deal?"
"I will help you get everything you want, and you will be my exclusive blood slave."
An Lan deliberately emphasized the last two words, trying to remind the person in front of him.
As he spoke, he pinched Gong Zimo's chin, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.
Gong Zimo saw the madness surging in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.
"An Lan...don't be like this. If there's anything we can talk about, there's no need to make it like this..."
Gong Zimo could only try hard to ignore the strange feeling in his heart. He softened his voice and tried to coax the man first, or at least let him go first.
An Lan just stared at him with a faint smile.
"How can it not be necessary?"
"Now you have what you want, but I haven't got what I want yet."
"Gong Zimo, I will never let you go. Never."
An Lan pressed forward, the madness in his eyes surging, like a deep whirlpool that was about to suck people in.
In the past, he would be more restrained and gentle.
But now, he doesn't want to care about those things. He only knows that he wants to keep this person by his side forever.
He couldn't think of any better way, so he could only use such tough measures.
He wanted Gong Zimo to remember him and make him inseparable from him forever!
An Lan kissed away the tears from his eyes and whispered softly in his ear:
"Gong Zimo, you are mine... Say it, you are mine!"
In the past, An Lan appeared to be quite obedient in front of Gong Zimo, and he would help him with any excessive requests he made.
Gong Zimo had never seen An Lan so crazy before. The mist blurred his vision, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore...
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